THE BURIED GOD Chapter 11: The Road Back The road to the mountain was darker than he remembered. The moon was hidden behind clouds. The stars were hidden behind the silver light. The trees were black shapes against the black sky, their branches like grasping hands. Damon walked alone. His shovel was in his hand. … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 10: The Night Before They stayed in Rook’s house. The rooms were small, the walls were thin, the floor was cold. But there was food — bread and cheese and dried meat — and there was water, and there was rest. Damon sat by the window, watching the mountain. The silver … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 9: The Old Man The old man’s name was Rook. He had been a soldier once. In the wars before the silence. In the wars before the god. In the wars before the hunger. He had seen the mountain rise. He had seen the god bury. He had seen the priests … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 8: The Dark Passage The passage was narrow. The walls pressed close on either side, cold and damp, slick with moisture that smelled of iron and old blood. The ceiling was low, forcing Damon to stoop, his shoulders brushing against the stone. The darkness ahead was absolute. He held his torch … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 7: The Shadows The shadows were cold. Damon pressed himself against the wall, his back against the stone, his breath held in his chest. The priests stood between him and the heart, their black robes swaying, their silver eyes gleaming. Vespera stood beside him. Lyssa stood on his other side. None … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 6: The Heart of the Mountain The door opened into darkness. Not the darkness of the tunnel — a deeper darkness. An older darkness. A darkness that had been waiting for centuries. A darkness that was hungry. Damon stepped through. His torch flickered. The shadows lunged. He raised the flame higher. … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 5: The First Tunnel The entrance to the mountain was a wound. The stone was black and jagged, the edges sharp as broken glass. The air that breathed from the opening was cold and damp, thick with the smell of rot and rust and something else. Something old. Something hungry. Damon … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 4: The Road to the Mountain They left at noon. The sun was high, the sky was clear, the air was cold. Lyssa packed food and water and bandages and a knife she kept hidden in her boot. Vespera carried nothing — she had nothing to carry. Damon carried a shovel … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 3: The Healer Lyssa’s home was small. A single room with a bed, a table, a hearth. The walls were lined with shelves cluttered with jars and bottles and bundles of dried herbs. The air smelled of lavender and old smoke and something else. Something like grief. “Sit,” Lyssa said, gesturing … Read more
THE BURIED GOD Chapter 2: The Rising Dead The bodies rose from their graves like flowers blooming in reverse. Arms pushed through loose soil. Heads emerged from shallow holes. Fingers clawed at the earth, pulling, dragging, lifting. The dead did not walk — they crawled, they stumbled, they dragged themselves toward the silver light that … Read more
